At Christmas, I No More Desire A

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

Men's Eyes Were Made To Look, And Let Them Gaze. I Will Not Budge For No Man's Pleasure.

There Is A River In Macedon, And There Is Moreover A River In Monmouth. It Is Called Wye At Monmouth, But It Is Out Of My Prains What Is The Name Of The Other River; But 'tis All One, 'tis Alike As My Fingers Is To My Fingers, And There Is Salmons In Both.

I Had Rather Be A Kitten And Cry Mew Than One Of These Same Metre Ballet-mongers.